RIC S. BASTASA


RIC S. BASTASA Poems

6481. A Poem About Death 7/28/2013
6482. Begging For Affection 7/28/2013
6483. For You Who Claims To Be The Owner Of Myself 7/28/2013
6484. Every Moment Every Color 7/28/2013
6485. I Have Survived You 7/27/2013
6486. The Truth Always Comes Out 7/27/2013
6487. Like A Jar In A Vacuum. 7/27/2013
6488. A Bio 7/27/2013
6489. The Poetic Corner 7/29/2013
6490. The Luxury Of Privacy 6/16/2013
6491. The Escape Door 7/29/2013
6492. Black Spider I Keep My Silence 7/29/2013
6493. A Thirst Of The Past Lives 6/15/2013
6494. Mapping Out 6/15/2013
6495. The Present Is Still The Best That You Can Have 6/16/2013
6496. Respect For The Death Of A Fly 6/15/2013
6497. The Resting Place 6/13/2013
6498. The Expression, Yes, Just The Expression 6/13/2013
6499. He Was Once Like Everybody Else 6/13/2013
6500. I Have A Friend In Virginia Who Is Talking To His Chihuahua Named Silver, 7/30/2013
6501. What Was It That She Was Thinking? 7/30/2013
6502. In The Poverty Of Their Souls 7/30/2013
6503. As A God.... 6/10/2013
6504. The Things In Our Hands 6/10/2013
6505. How Time Really Swiftly Passes By 8/1/2013
6506. What We Did In Bed 8/1/2013
6507. I Shall Not Run Away From Myself 8/1/2013
6508. My Shadow 8/1/2013
6509. And Where I Shall Go After? 8/1/2013
6510. Away From The Madhouse Of The Chattering Crowd. 8/1/2013
6511. Up In The Middle And Down Under 8/1/2013
6512. The Woes Of Our Times 6/4/2013
6513. On Going And Coming 6/4/2013
6514. Two Rocks Are Speechless. 8/2/2013
6515. Like A Chopper To The Blue Skies. 8/2/2013
6516. And Then You Are Nothing. 8/2/2013
6517. Like A Dried Cocoon 6/2/2013
6518. A Poem Of Hope.... 6/2/2013
6519. The Willing Victim Of The Justice System 8/3/2013
6520. The Father Of Man 8/3/2013
Best Poem of RIC S. BASTASA

' The Last Dance Of Your Life '

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you don't really have to mind
death
what power do you have for it

when it comes
it comes
none can prevent it
from sitting beside you

the doctors are honest
and sometimes
too stupid to give you a promise
for another extension of
life

a hope that poisons the mind instead
and makes
our recent stand rigid and
unreasonable

for those who have seen the light
on one hand
sees death as
a welcome experience
in fact a festivity
another coming experience
another full moon
at the bay

another ...

Read the full of ' The Last Dance Of Your Life '

Finally

just like anything that you did in the past
you started like
a
gasoline spilled
on the cemented road
and a matchstick lighted
it and the fire ran
like a will o'wisp
but as usual it was

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